Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Clear Light to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Peter & Gordon,
cv313,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
D'Angelo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.